I’m excited to say that the annual print issue of Duality has released. In it, I have the below poem. Many thanks to Dale, the editor, for creating several great literary journals and giving this poem a home.
Driving Home (Again) I'm routing and re routing. Fires in
Orange Countyreroute to (40), Bakersfield for the night to watch my car through the hotel window. Then (40 to 101) to San Francisco, but my mother won't get out of the car: vagrants, she says. Antifa. She wants to drive. She'd reroute to (I5)with its wide-gash lanes, its marker-fat line bleeding the map, but I reroute (101 to 1), trace the highway's script, its testimony of what comes to us and what is draw away.